Lyrics Hey Boy - Vera Hotsauce

Yeah, yeah
Hot sauce (Hot sauce, hot sauce, hot sauce)
Yeah, yeah, yeah

AO on the board so you know that it's a money beat
Then I fuck it up, turn that shit into a money tree
Bang-bang pussy cat, pussy bomb, you holla back
Bring me sugar, better wrap it like a goodie bag

Hey, you know I got a taste for me
See you looking at my lips, see you looking at me
Boy, you ain't never getting close to me
I'm the first in line and I'm the last to leave
Hey, I can tell you got an eye for me
But I'm too fancy for your love, you see
Boy, you ain't never keepin' up with me
Can't touch this, I'm too flossy

Hit it, then I quit it
Then I lose myself to the mimic
Hear the bass, yeah I feel it
Open up your heart and then I sell it
Hit it, then I quit it
Then I lose myself to the mimic
Hear the bass, yeah I feel it
Open up your heart and then I sell it

Drop top down, in the back fucked up (okay)
Got my girls with me and they all so hot
So rich, so lush, drippin' Henny from my cup
Tryna hotbox, now bring the top back up
I see, I want, I want, I need
Tell Donnatella make a coat for me
Bitty waist blue jeans and I hit it on beat
You ain't never gonna find another bitch like me (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Hey, you know I got a taste for me
See you looking at my lips, see you looking at me
Boy, you ain't never getting close to me
I'm the first in line and I'm the last to leave
Hey, I can tell you got an eye for me
But I'm too fancy for your love, you see
Boy, you ain't never keepin' up with me
Can't touch this, I'm too flossy

Hit it, then I quit it
Then I lose myself to the mimic
Hear the bass, yeah I feel it
Open up your heart and then I sell it
Hit it, then I quit it
Then I lose myself to the mimic
Hear the bass, yeah I feel it
Open up your heart and then I sell it

Okay
Hot sauce (Hot sauce)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah